"I always enjoyed the broken in the fairy tales better. The apple always looked shinier because I knew it could destroy me." Hard, cold, and calculated, Trent Rexroth rarely speaks, and when he does, it's with disdain. When he does, Evie Van Der Zee's stomach flips and her world tilts on its axis. But when he does, his words aren't meant for her. He is thirty-three. She is eighteen. He's a single dad and Evie's father's business partner...